Reason

Existential question as poetry

The Reason

I know there is a reason,
Of all time or just a season,
But it is very hard to see,
The how and why of only me!

I ponder early and often late,
I wonder, guess and speculate,
About my life in this realm,
And ask again, who has the helm?

Is it me or really God?
Who planned the path that I’ve trod,
Do I know really, where I’m going?
Or how to reap what I’ve been sowing?

And when I’m done and finally there,
Will I know or will I care,
If my life was good or bad,
Of if I’ve squandered all I had?

But this I know and know full well,
Life is heaven or it’s hell,
And it is sweet or it stinks,
It all depends on how one thinks!
Richard Paden ©2009